Lyrics Still Got It - Safone

How they got me on the case
Said their searching for some evidence didnt find a trace
Sittin in my cell an they hit me with another one
Didnt find no gun but their screaming that its fake
If i hit you with that farmers thats expelliarmous
Dishing out them sargas ready for the karmas
Man are frontline i aint avoiding any dramas
Ca ill make them things sing like bananas in pjamas

Wing livin with my sublicks
Twiss an turning in my bed like a bumboclart rubix
Held my curtain up with toothpicks
And when i say them man are fake yeah its you if the shoe fits
If your a slappaz nigga prove it
Stop talking bout that mash that youve got but never use it
Ill have you chalked like a cuetip
And make scarcity post you getting kwenged on a newsclip

This car aint got no hammers in
Probation have to know every vehicle i travel in
One shot will have you staggering
Then im gone off to give a degga degga gyal a daggering
This up hill fight im battling
Gets deep i can still hear the snakes around me rattling
I told my nigga beg you pack it in
He kept skimming off the tops untill the point i had to batter him

Its my dms where the baddaz are
Put away ur padded bra ya good but i aint taking you for cavier
From 07 ive bin trapping hard
I was in a cats yard shifting gear before i had a car
Ill make bucks till my times up
Ill slid down as many snakes as the ladders that i climbed up
I just put my money in an make profit
So you can slow it down but cant stop it
How you think

I still got it
Thought i forgot how to rap but
I still got it
Known to be rolling in cash and
I still got it
Told myself ill stop selling packs but
I still got it
Went jail for waving a wap and
I still got it
Had a mad crave for revenge
I still got it
The bimma costed more than the benz
I still got it
Took that chain off your neck and
I still got it
Man betta pay me respect
I still got it

Fresh out of jail its bare hugs and kisses
Most man get high and fuck their mrs me
Iv bin collecting up grub and digits
Money hid food into two and a midgets
Let it burn we dont rebuild bridges
Gods way of showing how weak that bridge is
Man are sharks in the sea cant see no fishes
Did jail on my own didnt need no visits

Im like 2 years away wat the fuck you been doing
Ive been chilling ive been screwing
Ive been thinking how my plans got ruined
And how im gonna execute the ones ive been brewing
Aint been on the road but i still paid fees
Lucky i wernt lying when i said i make gees
Watching all these rappers buy millys and ap′s
When im still giving out pics like say cheese

You know me though ima squeeze when its that time
Im upfront i aint sitting on no back line
I wernt recording when im talking bout the labtime
How you think the phone was blowing like a chatline
Ended up in jail single cell ca im high risk
Living luxury im only smelling my shit
Pure currys im fucking lucky that i like fish
And ima eat untill this large tees a nice fit

Hit a new wing i need to patteren up a barber
Holder got sucked with my techal and my charger
Chest grown but i need to go a little harder
Akhis tryna talk me into taking my shaharda
They say im here for the discarding of a lama
And im the one that causes all the drama in the gaza
Bwoi its kind of different when your hot
Living like this you've got to learn to
Play your cards a little smarter

I still got it
Thought i forgot how to rap but
I still got it
Known to be rolling in cash and
I still got it
Told myself ill stop selling packs but
I still got it
Went jail for waving a wap and
I still got it
Had a mad crave for revenge
I still got it
The bimma costed more than the benz
I still got it
Took that chain off your neck and
I still got it
Man betta pay me respect
I still got it

How they got me on the case
Said their searching for some evidence didnt find a trace
Sittin in my cell an they hit me with another one
Didnt find no gun but their screaming that its fake
If i hit you with that farmers thats expelliarmous
Dishing out them sargas ready for the karmas
Man are frontline i aint avoiding any dramas
Ca ill make them things sing like bananas in pjamas